I moved my thumb in a little circle, working my spit a little deeper into the tightly puckered flesh while he gasped and whined and bucked under my hand. My possessive instincts purred with satisfaction at the sight of that secret little spot of his covered in one of my bodily fluids. And the way his hole quivered under my thumb, slowly softening for me the more I rubbed against it, like it knew damn well who it belonged to and couldn’t wait to let me in? Just sayin’, pretty sure Noah’s ass was gonna be my new happy place.
I spit on his hole again, working it even deeper this time, and Noah’s head sank back down onto his folded arms, practically touching the floor as he spread his legs for me, pushing up on his toes and silently begging me to keep going.
Well, not exactlysilently.
Swear to fuck, the sounds coming out of him made me feel like a god. But even better? Those sounds of his let me knowexactlyhow good I was making it for him… and, just the way it had been my whole damn life, anything good for Noah was auto-fucking-matically good for me, too.
“This is a whole ’nother kind of consequence, sweetheart,” I said, adding a little more spit. “Just a taste of what you get when you’re good for me.”
“Oh God,” Noah panted. “Th-Th-Thank you, Master. I’ll be… I’ll besogood.”
“I know, baby,” I said, since he always was. I pressed my thumb against his hole a little harder, working my fingers right behind his balls at the same time, and…thereit was. Noah gasped on cue, his hips rolling and making that hard little cock of his brush against the inside of my thighs again.
I grinned. Icouldclose my legs, tighten them up around his dick and give him some extra friction... but nah. Not yet.
“You gonna let your master in here someday?” I asked, spitting on his hole again to keep it well lubed while I kept massaging his taint and making him whine for me. “Gonna be good and let Daddy open up this pretty little hole? Get it good and trained? Gonna let me stretch you every morning, so you can handle my cock someday, babe?”
“Oh God,yes,” Noah gasped, a hint of desperation creeping into his voice.
“Tell me how bad you want me to fuck you, Noah. Beg me for it, slave. Let me know how much you want to serve your master like that.”
“P-P-Please,” Noah stuttered. “G,please.”
I grinned, my cock throbbing where it was wedged against his hip. Swear to fuck, I was never gonna get tired of that begging of his. Bet I could make him get even louder, though.
I switched to my middle finger—not as thick as my thumb—got it good and wet since the spit seemed to dry hella fast, then pressed it against his hole.
“Oh God,” Noah panted, sounding just as desperate as I wanted him to be. Proving me right on that making-him-louder bet, too. “More, Gage.Please.”
“That’s right, baby,” I said, applying some pressure and…fuckyeah, finally managing to breach the insanely tight resistance of that little pucker of his. “Let Daddy in, just like that. Just the tip this time, I promise.”
He made a dirty-ass sound of pure hornification, his hole rippling around my finger. Gripping it. Fuckingswallowingit.
“Jesus, baby,” I whispered, my eyes locked onto the sight.
I’d been turned on already, but now? I’d never been so primed to fuck in my life. The way his hole was forced to spread around my finger had my cock swelling so thick it was close to ripping through my jock. And the feel of his hot-as-sin interior, surprisingly soft and kinda open and pillowy just past the entrance? It was just… damn.
“It feels… feels weird,” Noah whispered, making “weird” sound like something he was on the cusp of begging for more of.
I slid my finger in a little, then pulled it back a bit, mesmerized by the sight as I treated his hole to a taste of a slow, shallow fuck.
“Gage?” Noah asked a little breathlessly, starting to squirm a little as he twisted around, trying to look back up at me.
“Fuck,” I murmured, pulling my finger out and smoothing my hand over the backs of his thighs to settle him down. “Stay just like this, baby.” I added some more spit and then slid my finger back inside him. “Gonna get you used to it, just for a sec, yeah?”
“Yes, please,” he said, relaxing over my lap again with a gorgeous little sigh as I started working my finger in and out, shallow and slow. Nice and easy.Carefully, given all that shit I’d read online.
It wasn’t fucking, wasn’t even close to how I pictured pounding his ass at some point, but I was still blown the fuck away by how goddamn right it looked to finally have a piece of me inside him like that.
Nah, not just by how right it looked; I couldfeelthat motherfucking rightness. I mean, literally feel it. Guess I must have been wired with one of those direct-body-part connections too, actually, because swear to fuck, I could feel the soft, tight heat gripping my finger in every single inch of my cock, like my finger was just standing in for the real thing or some shit.
“Jesus, Noe, I’m fuckinginsideyou,” I said, which we both fucking knew but for some reason I had to announce anyway. Because it was… fuck. It was hot, yeah, but it also felt… what,momentous? And goddamn did that word ever sound cheesy, even in the privacy of my own fucking head, but it fit. I mean, yeah, I’d alreadybeeninside him if you counted his mouth—and it wasn’t like I was some fucking virgin who’d never experienced the pleasure of being buried in a hot little hole before—but still, “momentous” definitely fit, because this wasNoah. It was different. Better.Perfect.
I spat on his hole again, then started fucking my finger into him a little faster, going off his obvious-as-all-fuck cues that it was starting to feel good to him. And sure enough—
“Please please please please,” he started begging, reaching both his hands back and pulling his cheeks apart for me. “I’myours, Gage.”
He wasn’t just feeling good. He was goddamndesperatefor it, wasn’t he?
